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So, I’m cruisin, eyes peeled—bam! This chick’s standin there, all legs and sass, smokin a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin, “This is it, Johnny boy, entropy’s kickin in—chaos is my buddy tonight!” She’s got that look—y’know, the one that says, “I’m trouble, but you’ll pay for it.” I swagger up, grin splittin my face, “Here’s Johnny!”—she don’t flinch, just smirks. Cool as hell, man, I’m lovin it. Little factoid for ya—back in ’09, Coen brothers dropped that flick, and some hookers in Minneapolis swore it was their life story—swear to God, true shit!

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To make it more entertaining, the talented ones would be singing “kilulei kilulei” and swinging their lower bodies like belly dancers. Come to.

Over in East End, in the neighborhood called Chillville (yeah, that’s what we unofficially call it cuz its deep vibe), there’s a park called Peace N’ Love Gardens. Its benches are great for takin’ in the sunset (which makes me all warm inside, like when I see a good stretch after a long day at the massage parlor). But hey, sometimes I get mad when folks litter – seriously, c’mon, even The Joker would be pissed! D’oh!

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